89: massacre

Now Lu Ming had sacrificed Duan Tianya, the Poisonous Dragon Gang's Left Protector, once again sealing Liu Yunlong, all to buy some time.

Once he had eliminated everyone else in the field, he would deal with him at his leisure.

Although his current body only possessed Qi Refining Stage Ninth Level magical power, its Physical Body strength was comparable to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Without the two Qi Refining Stage Ninth Level Cultivators, the Right Protector Wu and Left Protector, the rest were mere rabble, unable to even break his defense.

Wiping a splatter of blood from his face, Lu Ming grinned ferociously and said,

"Don't rush, take your time!"

Then, like a wolf among sheep, he plunged into the crowd and began a massacre.

After a quarter of an hour, the once luxurious hall had become a realm of purgatory, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

However, there was surprisingly little blood on the ground.

Lu Ming felt the surging power within him, a satisfied expression on his face.

Behind him, a sea of blood had risen, with blood waves churning within it.

The Bloodspring had already condensed, but most of it was reserved for his main body.

Let the Clone suffer a bit, so the main body could enjoy the benefits first.

"But... there are still a few of you!"

Lu Ming opened his crimson eyes and looked at the remaining five Poisonous Dragon Gang Cultivators.

Two old people, a middle-aged man, a Beautiful Woman, and a young man—it felt like a family of five.

Lu Ming had learned about the Poisonous Dragon Gang's information: the old woman was named Ruan Yao, the old man Yuan Ze, and the middle-aged man Zhang Qingyu.

The Beautiful Woman, Fairy Taolin, was named Tao Lingzhou, and the young man was Chi Yuan.

They were all hall masters of the Poisonous Dragon Gang; originally, there were six of them.

But after Cao Da's death, only these five remained.

The five of them had different methods, and when they combined their efforts, they occasionally managed to injure his Puppet.

Although the injuries healed within two breaths, it was still quite annoying.

Lu Ming decided to deal with the small fry first and save them for last.

"Fellow Daoist... Fellow Daoist, please... please spare our lives!"

The old woman among them stammered nervously.

Lu Ming had no intention of wasting words with them; after dealing with this group, there was still a big BOSS.

Although the previous battle had ended quickly, he was still worried that dragging on too long would attract the Law Enforcement Team.

Lu Ming didn't want to encounter Yuan Hong; he was a pretty good old fellow.

"Kill!"

Blood Escape Art!

The Puppet's Blood Escape Art directly consumed the energy from the Bloodspring behind him.

His feet flickered, and his figure, enveloped by blood waves, rapidly approached like a streak of rainbow light.

A black-red halberd glow, a zhang long, swirled, and he struck down at the old woman who was at the very front.

"How dare you!"

Seeing Lu Ming attack her first, the old woman was terrified, then furious. Was he treating her like a soft persimmon?

Swish—

The halberd strike fell, and the spiritual light shield around the old woman burst first.

The old woman was horrified and quickly raised the wooden staff in her hand to block above her head.

However.

Bang!

After a cloud of smoke dispersed, the banquet hall was almost split in two, with a deep halberd mark appearing in the center.

And the old woman, along with the wooden staff in her hand, had been cut into two pieces!

One against five, one slain first!

Chi Yuan, witnessing such a devastating battle, trembled in his heart and quickly took out a Magical Artifact shield from his Storage Pouch.

But looking at the figure standing in the field, holding a black demonic halberd and radiating black-red light, Chi Yuan still couldn't feel any sense of security!

"Attack together!"

With a roar, the four of them simultaneously unleashed various methods, attacking Lu Ming.

This person's combat power was unparalleled, and his Physical Body was formidable; if he were to defeat them one by one, they would all die.

Flying needles, Talismans, magical swords, and a black banner entwined with Evil Qi instantly struck Lu Ming.

Boom!

Boom!

Loud roars echoed, and the shockwave tore open the surrounding walls and ground.

But as the smoke cleared, Lu Ming stood in the field, the Bloodspring condensed behind him, continuously nourishing his Physical Body.

His magic robe was tattered, but his Physical Body appeared completely unharmed.

"As long as the Bloodspring doesn't dry up, I won't die."

Lu Ming grinned and said.

"Damn it, we can't even hurt him!"

Fairy Taolin's charming voice became shrill, and with a wave of her hand, a cloud of pink mist surged, attacking Lu Ming.

Lu Ming had seen this method before; it should be poison gas, and he even smelled a sweet, fishy scent up close.

But he was now a Puppet, with maximum poison resistance, so he wasn't worried about being affected.

He agitated his spiritual power to disperse the poisonous mist, but unexpectedly, several flying needles shot out from within the mist.

He transformed into a blood-colored light, flashing and moving like lightning; at such extreme speed, the pink mist and flying needles simply couldn't keep up with him.

Lu Ming also realized that this mist had the effect of concealing one's figure. Fairy Taolin only needed to hide inside and launch surprise attacks, making it impossible to guard against.

He sneered; perhaps this move was a great threat to other Cultivators in the Qi Refinement Stage, but it was useless against him.

He forcefully charged into the poisonous mist, instantly locking onto Fairy Taolin's position.

Magical power was injected into the demonic halberd, and the nine-foot-long demonic halberd unleashed a halberd blade, striking towards Fairy Taolin!

Feeling the power of this strike, Fairy Taolin sensed danger.

She was about to dodge.

Vines had appeared beneath her feet at some point. The tough vines firmly bound her, and although it was only a momentary delay, it was enough to be fatal!

The black halberd blade struck down, shattering her protective spiritual light, and the light reflected by the Bloodspring shone on her despairing face.

Her eyes widened, watching helplessly as the demonic halberd struck!

"No!"

Bang!

That delicate and pitiful face shattered, turning into a mixture of red and white, splattering everywhere.

Fairy Taolin, dead!

In an instant, two Late-Stage Qi Refinement Cultivators had been killed.

Lu Ming turned to look at the remaining three, a cruel smile on his lips.

"Did you all enjoy your attacks just now!"

While he was fighting Fairy Taolin, these three guys had been sniping him from the side, with all sorts of Talismans, Magical Artifacts, and Spells aimed at him.

Now that his hands were free, it was time to settle the score!

"Is this person really a Qi Refining Cultivator?"

It was no wonder they thought that way; Lu Ming was too bizarre. Which Qi Refining Cultivator had such a strong Physical Body?

And these few of them were not ordinary people, yet in the blink of an eye, two of their companions had been killed.

Qi Refining Cultivators didn't possess such terrifying combat power; they even suspected that Lu Ming was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, toying with them!

But at this point, it was a matter of life or death; no one could retreat!

"Don't hold back anymore! Only by killing him can we survive!"

Chi Yuan said to Yuan Ze and Zhang Qingyu.

"Don't fight him in a confined space. Let's go outside. In the air, his Physical Body and speed will be useless!"

By then, the upper and lower floors of the restaurant had already been pierced through, and a large hole had been made in the middle of the nine-story building.

As Chi Yuan spoke, he flew out of the restaurant through that large hole on his sword.

Yuan Ze and Zhang Qingyu, as if waking from a dream, also quickly ascended into the sky on their flying Magical Artifacts.

Lu Ming merely chuckled, casually activated a 'Flight Talisman,' and stepped into the air.

Only after they had all left, a stealthy figure crept into the chaotic banquet hall.

The newcomer first glanced at the blood cocoon on the field, then walked over and tapped it, assessing its strength.

He blinked, seemingly feeling that it wasn't quite secure enough.

So his expression began to turn somewhat dull, as if he was communicating with something.

A moment later, countless blood-colored threads reappeared in the Void Realm, wrapping around the blood cocoon layer by layer.

Inside, there seemed to be muffled groans of pain and angry roars.

But the blood cocoon's sound insulation was quite good, and the newcomer didn't hear it too clearly, so he bothered no further.

Collecting the bodies, cleaning up the battlefield.

He came quietly, and he left quietly.

Only a muffled sound emanated from the blood cocoon in the field.